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“The Devil Keeps Receipts” is a dark country outlaw anthem about the debts we try to drink away—and the price that always comes due. Fueled by whiskey, regret, and raw confession, this cinematic western ballad dives into guilt, temptation, and the battle for redemption. No mercy comes free. No sin goes uncounted. 🩸 “A deal with the Devil is just a loan—and he always comes to collect.” 🎵 Original dark country music by Bellthorn #darkcountry #outlawmusic #countryballad #countrygothic #bellthorn Lyric:The Devil Keeps Receipts [Hook – 2 lines] I paid in smoke and whiskey for a little peace— But the Devil keeps receipts… and he don’t do “free.” [Verse 1] Neon halo over a barroom door, I swore I was done, then I swore some more. One more glass to numb that truth in my chest, One more lie to call the damage “my best.” He slid me a smile like a rusty blade, Said, “Sign right here, son—let the hurt get paid.” [Chorus] The Devil keeps receipts, yeah, he counts every sin, Every shot I swallowed, every night I caved in. I can run from the mirror, I can hide in the heat, But a debt like mine got boots… and it walks these streets. The Devil keeps receipts, and the price don’t sleep— If I want my soul back… I gotta pay it clean. [Verse 2] I tried to trade my guilt for a moment of quiet, But the quiet turned mean, and the dark got violent. Now my shadow’s got a tab with my name in ink, And a river of regret in the bottom of my drink. I’ve seen good men fall with a hymn on their tongue, And I’ve heard my own heart say, “Boy, what have you done?” [Chorus] The Devil keeps receipts, yeah, he counts every sin, Every shot I swallowed, every night I caved in. I can run from the mirror, I can hide in the heat, But a debt like mine got boots… and it walks these streets. The Devil keeps receipts, and the price don’t sleep— If I want my soul back… I gotta pay it clean. [Bridge – oración / ritual] Lord, take this thirst and turn it into fire, Burn the paper chains of my cheap desire. Ring one bell for my weakness, ring two for my pride, Let the silence be the line where the old me dies. Devil, you can keep the bottle, you can keep your smoke— But you won’t keep my name… like a punchline joke. [Ending – short] I poured it out slow, like I meant what I said. Some debts you pay standing… not drunk, not dead. [Final Chorus] The Devil keeps receipts, yeah, he counts every sin, Every shot I swallowed, every night I caved in. I can’t buy back tomorrow with a lie and a drink, So I’m cutting the cord at the edge of the brink. The Devil keeps receipts, but I’m breaking the lease— If I want my soul back… I gotta pay in peace. [Quote] “A deal with the Devil is just a loan— and he always comes to collect.”